Imagine a place barren and cold. Empty, devoid of life. Merely existing amongst the many other fragments of life. Sitting idly by, watching the world pass over. Imagine that place was inside a person, stored away deep in their heart. With each beat that barren and empty place is renewed, erasing whatever warmth may have seeped through. Now imagine this person being a weapon... --------------------------------------------------- Phoenix has no control over the life she was thrust into, has never thought of rebelling against it. Yet there's a part in her that wants to, a part in her that wants to feel. She doesn't understand the dynamics that are her life, but she wants to. Come hell or high water she'll find herself again.
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